05-29-2007, 02:19 AM
Bibidi. That shrieking father-by-default. That repulsive, green-faced imp.
Buu supposed he could have had many ?parents?. The many subjects whose energy had gone into his creation; the planet Puttalin, which had provided the material basis; those whose genetic code had been analysed in order to make the perfect one.
So why was Bibidi always his ?father?? Pretty simply, because none of the others had been there. He had become the daddy by default. It was always difficult for Buu to imagine what he might have become under the parenthood of anyone else. Maybe he wouldn?t be this bloodstained warrior ?
Or maybe it wouldn?t make a difference. The lust for fighting was imprinted on his blood, so maybe his ?career choice? had been an inevitable one. It wasn?t like he?d made a lot of effort quitting.
Was it even possible to give up the warrior?s path now that he was on it? Buu knew very little about his brain. Maybe it was impossible for him now to change his ways after the training pushed upon him in childhood.
It was a comforting thought. Buu stood up, and surveyed his surroundings. Two bottles of Jack Daniels lay on the floor next to him, along with presumably the tattered remains of a few cakes. The few morsels left on the grass made it hard to tell. Buu stood up and yawned, stretching his legs.
Why would he even consider quitting in the first place? Super stopped and thought of the consequences. It was difficult to say that his presence had always been a reassuring one. He?d destroyed his fair share of wildlife, levelled enough buildings to merit some serious criminal charges ?
Buu had never been anyone else?s freedom fighter. He?d been his own ? fighting for the freedom of doing whatever the fuck he wanted ? and for the most part, he won.
No. The monster shook his head. ?That?s not true ? Red Stallions ??
His actions may inadvertently have helped others, but had he actively been seeking to do so?
?The Vegeta-sei Rebellion!?
What about since then?
Buu screwed up his eyes and tried to answer the question posed by himself. All the while, he looked at his own situation. Playing a gameshow when he could be out helping others.
There were reasons for changing. But there were reasons not to.
Buu jumped onto his bike, and set off. It would be easier to think about them on the road.
Buu supposed he could have had many ?parents?. The many subjects whose energy had gone into his creation; the planet Puttalin, which had provided the material basis; those whose genetic code had been analysed in order to make the perfect one.
So why was Bibidi always his ?father?? Pretty simply, because none of the others had been there. He had become the daddy by default. It was always difficult for Buu to imagine what he might have become under the parenthood of anyone else. Maybe he wouldn?t be this bloodstained warrior ?
Or maybe it wouldn?t make a difference. The lust for fighting was imprinted on his blood, so maybe his ?career choice? had been an inevitable one. It wasn?t like he?d made a lot of effort quitting.
Was it even possible to give up the warrior?s path now that he was on it? Buu knew very little about his brain. Maybe it was impossible for him now to change his ways after the training pushed upon him in childhood.
It was a comforting thought. Buu stood up, and surveyed his surroundings. Two bottles of Jack Daniels lay on the floor next to him, along with presumably the tattered remains of a few cakes. The few morsels left on the grass made it hard to tell. Buu stood up and yawned, stretching his legs.
Why would he even consider quitting in the first place? Super stopped and thought of the consequences. It was difficult to say that his presence had always been a reassuring one. He?d destroyed his fair share of wildlife, levelled enough buildings to merit some serious criminal charges ?
Buu had never been anyone else?s freedom fighter. He?d been his own ? fighting for the freedom of doing whatever the fuck he wanted ? and for the most part, he won.
No. The monster shook his head. ?That?s not true ? Red Stallions ??
His actions may inadvertently have helped others, but had he actively been seeking to do so?
?The Vegeta-sei Rebellion!?
What about since then?
Buu screwed up his eyes and tried to answer the question posed by himself. All the while, he looked at his own situation. Playing a gameshow when he could be out helping others.
There were reasons for changing. But there were reasons not to.
Buu jumped onto his bike, and set off. It would be easier to think about them on the road.
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Bra Wrote:People are dumb, essentially.